***
Listening to their discussions, Mai Xiaomai felt both comforted and worried.
The comforting part was that Qiao Chutian still had a very high reputation within the company, deeply loved by the employees.
She used to think that his aloof, domineering CEO demeanor, with that icy keep-away-from-me attitude, would make employees dislike him. Unexpectedly, he was actually quite well-received.
Truly worthy of being her good husband.
Mai Xiaomai felt proud of Qiao Chutian.
The employees were all standing with him in unity, but as his wife, she was standing by helplessly, powerless, wanting to slap herself to death.
Mai Xiaomai paused for a moment, thought it over, and decided to go back to the Qiao Family.
The intricately carved iron gate of the Qiao Family was unexpectedly open.
She drove straight in, parked in the lot, and got out.
Usually at this time, the servants of the Qiao Family would be scattered around busy.
